I am Ishahotep of the desert highlands. My people were a simple tribes folk of the native land. We lived with the land, not from it. We were schooled and taught by the whispers and rages of the desert winds. Cleansed by sand, not by water. One with the Desert.
The, without warning the Jinah came. No reverence for the land… for my people. We were all extermined, all save one. I am the last of my kind. I walk the desert sands alone. I alone speak to the desert winds.
In the passing of time I have not forgot my people… and the Jinah. My rage has only brewed stronger within me, like the desert Tempest. I now seek out and kill the Jinah whenever they are foolish enough to cross my desert. But I am only one and cannot take on the entire Jinah. I seek alignment with this group in order for the opportunity of greater revenge!!!
